And I have come back, sort of like.
I walk and do, yet not feel as in the past.
Night creature I have become, I see now.
Most people´s eyes squint in the light,
yet thank God for a new day.
Instead I roll in pain as the morning comes,
curse the minute the sun comes up.
I only can praise Him if I manage
to make it through to yet another night.
Darkness with playful stars,
Cool breeze with night animal sounds,
Comforting night, black mantle o´er my mind:
A night creature I have become, I see now.
Stone has take place of mine heart,
Iced my soul has become for,
A night creature I have become, I see now...